I know very little of the gods. I mean, look at me. I'm some sort of sick and twisted perversion. They laughed at me as I was created. Allowed the wicked ways of my very being. Formed from some unholy amalgamation. Against the very foundation of what any civilized society views as natural.
Kuvarious realizes he spun of course of the topic a little, trying to collect his thoughts.
I aim to do what is right be my logic and needs, not by what society dictates.
Emudre looks at Kuvarious. "Who told you those things!?" she says furiously.
"Whoever it was, I am certain they were wrong! No, although I may disagree with you on many things, I don't think of you that way. If society has told you those things they're wrong! You are not bound by your ancestry, your appearance or the position of your birth!" She pauses to catch her breath, and then says more gently. "I hope in time you realize the power of your choices are worth so much more than the lies others have told to you. Yes, society may mistreat you, but you are worth more than the value society has placed on you."
Then more quietly, mostly to herself "Perhaps I too, have been guilty of misjudging you."
Sarvek replies to Emmie, “Point taken but it’s very hard not to think along such lines when everything you do seems to be unraveled at the merest whim of the universe.”
Emudre is thoughtful for a moment "Some say the gods are not all powerful, and others say they choose to limit their power so that we mortals have more power. I don't know the answer myself, because it's really beyond my comprehension. But I have been praying for strength and wisdom. I do think there are lessons to be learned, and courage to be found, even when our best intentioned plans unravel before our eyes, and even when the people we are charged to protect die as we helplessly flee. I do believe the kinder gods are on our side, and in time their help will become evident. "